I had my head thrown back in ecstasy moaning and gyrating my hips as he went to work on my nips. The pierced one got the most attention as it was his ...avorite. He started to talk dirty to me and asked me how bad I wanted him and I said I wanted him so bad that I am about ready to drop my pants and bend over the hood. So Bill spun me around facing away from me, with his hands placed over my tits and fingers rubbing my nipples, bent me over the hood of the car, ripped my pants off me and dropped. Or rather, your exact words were ‘see ya’.” I turned around, and yes, it was the woman from the night before.“Yes, I did say that.”“Mind if I sit here beside you?”“Sure, have a seat,” I replied.She stood about five feet seven, brunette hair slightly curled that reached her shoulders. She wore deep red lipstick, dark mascara and her white satin blouse was buttoned just at her cleavage with no bra underneath, along with a medium-high dark skirt. I tried not to stare or make it too obvious. She. They dragged me to their bed and took turns fucking me and mouth fucking me. Later that evening, I was standing by the kitchen window with my mind racing. I had let my sons use me. I should feel guilty but I didn’t. I felt excited. They came into the kitchen.“You ok?” Paul asked. I nodded.“We just thought that you might - well, you know…” said John.“It was,” I said. “It shouldn’t have been but it was. In fact it was more than all right. I loved it.”They grinned and dragged me to the. She was there in front of him and everything else faded into the background as if they were the only people there. She came up and instead of shaking his hand, as would have been perfectly normal, she kissed him gently on the lips and then spoke for the first time. Her voice was as melodious as her appearance was elegant, and although she spoke perfect French it was with the hint of an American accent.“Bravo Monsieur Le Professeur,” she said, “your presentation was as interesting and.